Eternal Memory
A poem dedicated to my favorite athlete: Bybon, Son of Phola
In my spare time I go to the ruins
To look on at the crumbling walls
Reaching out my hand to touch the marble pillars
I go there to listen
To hear the desperate pleas of long dead men
,,Dont forget me my son
Say my name with pride
Let your voice echo through the halls of history"
The halls are long
I tried walking down when I was a child
But I was frightened
What if I get lost?
Buried under the shifting sands
What if I'm forgotten?
And no one says my name again
I like to sit in graveyards
It's kind I think
The ghosts don't have anyone to talk to
I'll find a grave and share tea with the resident
I say her name
She tells me about her family,
her work,
her favorite flower
It changed you know,
Her favorite
When she was alive it was white lily
But after she died it changed to heath
My local flower shop doesn't sell either of those
Usually, I just bring dandelions
I don’t think she minds
Time is a lonely thing
I think I’m going to carve my name on a stone
And bury it in the yard
And someday someone like me will pick it up
He won't remember me
But he doesn't need to
Just say my name and prove that I was real
That's all I ask of you,
That's all I ask